I have here next to me a danish that strikes a thoroughly uncanny resemblance to that late 12th century monarch King Fred the Uninspired. It's an apple-filled pastry, with a bit of white sugar frosting squeezed onto the top of it, reminiscent of loose spaghetti, but sweet and sugary of course. It's quite a tasty danish. I've already taken a bite out of it, in the lower-left hand corner. Right now it's set upon a white napkin, on some yellow scratched-up paper, on my desk. I've really just begun to eat it. I think I ought to go back to the grocery store and purchase a few more; it only cost me 79¢. Maybe I'll finish assembling the royal lineage.